To One Dead by Maxwell Bodenheim

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend November 9, 2014   To One Dead   Maxwell Bodenheim

I walked upon a hill And the wind, made solemnly drunk with your presence, Reeled against me. I stooped to question a flower, And you floated between my fingers and the petals, Tying them together. I severed a leaf from its tree And a water-drop in the green flagon Cupped a hunted bit of your smile. All things about me were steeped in your remembrance And shivering as they tried to tell me of it.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “To One Dead” was first published in Bodenheim’s book Minna and Myself (Pagan, 1918).   Maxwell Bodenheim was born in 1858 in Hermanville, Mississippi. He published numerous books of poetry including, Introducing Irony and Returning to Emotion, and was a literary figure in both Chicago and New York City during his lifetime. Bodenheim died in New York City in 1954. Poetry by Bodenheim   Introducing Irony (Bibliographic Center for Research, 2009) "Now I Get It" by Fanny Howe "In the Back Seat of History" by Mary Biddinger "What the Living Do" by Marie Howe Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038